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A beautiful 19 kilometer walk along the Garonne canal. It was a walk between the Garonne River and the Canal. It would have been a wonderful picturesque scene except for the pouring rain. Today is the 7th straight day of rain. 3 days of solid hard core rain and 4 days of mist and light rain. Everything is wet or damp. You don’t want to stop as you get cold so you keep on going.

This is where I stayed last night. It was built in 1800 but doesn’t look a day over 400 years. At least the decor hasn’t changed. Purple, pink, mauve, red and orange pastel colours. Rather gay on steroids. But there is nothing wrong with that. The proprietor was great. He told me that all his girlfriends call him the laughing buda. You can’t see his gut but his bald head tells half the story.

He is the guy on the right. The other guy is Honario from Spain. He is an amazing guy. He has been my walking companion for a few days now. He is 66 but walks very fast. He has done 20 Caminos. I asked him why and he said well it’s a great way to lose weight bai. Yeeesss. Eh Jerry? Yes a true Caminoman. I laughed. I have  made many friends. All my girlfriends left me in Conque. I have made many others. I wonder how Paul is doing. St Paul I refer to him as.

Only picture that I took of today’s walk because it poured all morning. Covered off 19 kilometers in 4 hours Pretty good timing.

You can tell that the landscape is spectacular in spite of the weather.

The Garonne River. France had some beautiful Rivers: the Lot, Loire, Allier and the Garonne. I have gone swimming in two of them: the Allier and the Loire. France has some beautiful countryside. You have to get out of Paris to see the real beauty here. It is magnifique, as they say here.

The video will give you a good idea of the walk today. Beautiful.

An appropriate song for today:

 

 

 

 

My Gite today.

 

Sadie’s favourite.

 

Man that climb into Lauzerte was⁰ crazy. 400 meters to the top and the village centre. And at the end of a hard day’s walk. But hey we did it and had a cold one to boot. You can see the village in the background at the top of the effin hill. I can’t begin to tell you how one feels when seeing that at the end of the day. But it was rewarded sitting having a cold one in a square that goes back to the 13oo,s,

Ah, a field of sunflowers. God’s personal favourite. I can see why Van Gogh was fascinated by these wonderful flowers. The flowers probably brought him some personal happiness in a life that was one of tragedy and heartbreak.

Hail to the sun. Amazing how they awaken to a new sunny day. But today we are having our 6th straight day of rain. Everything is wet or damp. Ugly. It made walking hard. My high tech, sun reflecting,rain deflecting gizmo has proven to be ìnvaluable.

Made it to Moissac in good time and spirit. Our gite is something else. Eccentricity on steroids. Shades of pink, mauve, purple, and red adorn the walls.  The house was built in 1800 and the decor has not changed a bit. The house could have been a model for The Adams Family or the Munsters. I expect to see Lurch jump out at any second. Katie would love this. Our room is very girlish. I don’t mind as it is dry with a warm bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very hard slog today. Stayed in this place last night.

Quaint but full of mosquitos. Eaten alive. It also rained all night. Hard. The pitter patter on the roof lulled me to sleep. It was very comforting. The couple who ran the place referred to themselves as children of the earth. Apparently a magnetic field of positive energy ran through the place but about one foot off the ground. Reassuring but the mosquitos were still there. They were letting the place go for shyte but they did not care. Opposites attract I guess. So the magnetic story goes. Reminded me of the 60s.

Got underway early and it was not raining. We have had 4 days straight with rain. Brutal as everything is damp. But soldier on or sail on as we say. Landscape is changing. Flattening out. That is not to say the hills have gone away. They are not as steep but long and hard. But I can do them as my legs are as hard as stone. It is my cardio that is a problem.

The French are very religious and proud of their history. They lost over a million young men during WW 1. Compare that to Canada where just over 60,000 were killed or missing. In France a whole generation was lost. Women lost a chance of marriage.

They have some weird names for towns here. Today I crossed a town called Montcoq. It is pronounced Mont-cock. I kid you not. We will be coming to another town in a few days that you will not believe the name of. I will not give it away. It will become obvious though. Have a nice day.

 

Cohors is a beautiful Medieval city. Today it is about 50,000 people. I spent a day here to help Paul and to get a new phone plan. Took a boat tour and a mini train tour of the city. It is like living in a history book. Roman times with its spring waters. 100 years war and Henry the fourth. Pope John the 22nd, old town and the picturesque Lot River

The town is situated in a bowl surrounded by lush green hills and ardent valleys. I know tomorrow I will have to climb out of the valley of Cohor to the plateau above. But that is tomorrow, not today. Today I enjoy my rest.

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